This happens (as all the good stories do) between All the Queen's Horses and Burning Down the House. The guy Garret is the guy from Heaven and Earth, and the more I think about it the more I think he's really useless in this story. But, anyways, I'm not going to change it because I wrote this story four years ago and just recently found it, ran a quick spell check, and, well, here it is. So, if you're disgusted with the spelling and grammar or whatever, I'm sorry . . . but you should have seen it before the spell check.
Gold
Prolog–
She was walking down the street with determination. She was heading somewhere, and she felt she had to get there very quickly. She was carrying something, something big, something important. She kept glancing behind her, as if someone was following, but she didn't brake into a run.
Flash
Big hands, huge hands grabbed her neck; flew over he mouth, but not until she let out a scream, "Fraser!"
Flash
Her dark hair was in her eyes. She couldn't push it away. Her hands were tied and she was gagged. But She was watching, absorbing, everything. He could see it in her eyes.
Flash
Garret opened his eyes. "Fraser?" he muttered to himself. For some reason, that name sounded familiar. Suddenly it clicked. "Fraser." he said again, with more determination. He pushed himself off of the stoop he had been sleeping on and started heading towards Chicago's 27 precinct station house.